This is a song about "Rims"

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear

Soon they see you on some rims they wanna kick it in gear

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

Mind your motherfucking business

Rims, henny, and reminisce